Dear World,
Alcohol can make you do bad things. Like, really bad things. It can make you have a one-night stand with a horrible guy. It can make you text all your secrets to your crush. It can make you flash a stranger. It can make you give a blowjob in a bathroom for a twenty. Joke. It can’t make you do that unless you’re a whore. And even then, I think the going rate is fifty dollars. Don’t ask how I know. Fine, you want to know how I know? Because I was propositioned once to give a short stocky biker a blowjob for $50 when I was in upstate New York. This dude did not look like he was the lead in Sons of Anarchy. He looked like he was the lead in Duck Dynasty. Now, don’t get me wrong, some of the guys in Duck Dynasty look like they’d be okay if they shaved. However, this guy was missing teeth, had hair longer than mine, and had food growing in his beard. I said no and left the bar quickly.
What does that have to do with anything? I don’t really know. My point is that alcohol can make you think you’re something and someone you’re not. And at twenty-eight years old, I really should know better.
XOXO,
Magnolia
“Arriba, abajo, afuera, adentro.” Jane said as we all held our tequila shot glasses in the air.
“What does that mean?” I asked, already feeling slightly giddy as this was our third shot of the evening.
“Follow me. Arriba, up,” She held her glass up. “Abajo, down.” She brought her glass down. “Afuera, out.” She pushed her glass out and clinked mine. “Adentro, in.” She then gulped her tequila and grinned. “Again, girls?”
“I’m not sure I should have another just yet.” Birdy shook her head and laughed. Her hair was down and she was wearing a cute red dress. I was taken aback at how different she was out of the office. The shy girl had disappeared and a temptress had appeared in her place.
“Yeah, same. Though I am hungry. Anyone down to share some nachos?”
“I’m down for nachos and fries.” Olivia nodded. “And maybe some chicken wings as well.”
“Count me in for all of that.” I nodded and looked over to the bartender to see if I could get his attention. “Maybe we can see if any booths have opened up? I wouldn’t mind sitting.”
“Sitting?” Jane pouted. “But how do we dance?”
“Dance?” Birdy said as she looked around the crowded bar. “But there’s no dance floor.”
“We can make the dance floor.” Jane started swaying her hips and moving back and forth in a salsa step. “Who’s in?”
“Not right now.” I shook my head. “I’m too hungry to dance, and I wanted to get you guys’ opinion on something.”
“Yes, you should fuck him.” Millie held her hand up in the air. “And then stick the dildo in his ass. See if he likes all eight inches.”
“Oh, Millie.” I giggled at her comment. “I’m not talking about Jagger. I’m talking about an idea I had for an article. I wanted to pitch it to you guys before I spoke to Tate tomorrow morning.”
“Not work.” Jane moaned. “I don’t want to hear that devil’s name outside of the office.”
“You totally want to fuck him.” Millie was definitely drunk.
“Who?” Jane blushed.
“Tate, of course.” Olivia nodded. “I mean, who wouldn’t? He’s a total hunk.”
“He’s an asshole!” Jane protested and made a face. “I wouldn’t fuck him if you paid me.”
“I would.” Birdy said and we all looked at her in shock. “What?” She grinned. “You wouldn’t even have to pay me much. He looks like he knows how to pleasure a girl if you know what I mean.”
“You like Tate?” I asked her, wondering if that was why she’d been so shy in the office.
“Oh, no.” She shook her head quickly. “I mean, yes, he’s hot, but I don’t fancy him. Plus he’s Jane’s.”
“He’s not mine. I can’t stand him!” Jane was louder now, and it struck me that she was protesting way too much for someone who truly wasn’t interested. “Let’s grab a table.”
“I need to order the food first.” I waved them on. “You guys go ahead and find a table, and then I’ll join you.” I moved closer to the bar to try and get the bartender's attention. I felt like I’d been standing there for what felt like years when finally he headed over to me. “Hi, can I place an order for some food? You can put it on my tab.”
“Sure, what do you want?”
“An order of the beef nachos, one of the garlic fries, twelve barbeque wings … oh, and some mozzarella sticks.”
“Anything else?”
“One of those giant pretzels with cheese.” I grinned. “That should do.”
“Last name?”
“Allen.”
“Okay, take this. We’ll bring it out to you.” He handed me a number and walked away.
“You sure have a big appetite,” a deep voice next to me growled into my ear and I jumped.
I turned to find myself staring into Jagger’s deep green eyes. “Are you following me?”
“Am I following you?” He cocked his head to the side. “How would that be possible, Magnolia?”
“I don’t know, but this is creepy.” I glared at him, trying to ignore the musky, masculine scent that wafted up my nostrils. He smelled amazing. I looked him over and was pleasantly surprised by his attire; he was wearing a crisp white shirt and dark navy jeans. “I thought you only wore hoodies and suits?”
“Obviously you thought wrong.”
“Did you wear that to work?”
“Maybe.” The sparkle in his eyes told me he was being deliberately evasive. “So are you really going to be able to eat all of that yourself or do you need my help?”
“I don’t need your help, and I’m not here alone.”
“Oh.” His eyes narrowed and the smile left his face. “Who are you with?”
I looked around the bar until my eyes found a cute guy sitting by himself on the other side. “Him.” I pointed at the guy. “I’m on a date, so maybe you should leave now.”
“You don’t want to introduce me to your date?”
“Nope.”
“Did you like my present?”
“What present?” I played like I had no idea what he was talking about.
“The one you’re going to ride tonight.” He winked.
“Oh, my date?” I pointed at the guy in the booth. “I don’t know if I’ll ride him tonight, but maybe tomorrow night.”
“Not that guy who seems to already have moved on?” He chuckled and I looked over to the booth and watched as a cute blonde girl slid into the seat next to my supposed date and started kissing him. “Looks like you won’t be bouncing on him anytime soon.”
“You’re a pig.” I scowled. “I’m actually here with some friends, so I’m going to leave now.”
“What are you going to call him?”
“Call who?” I gasped as he stroked my hair. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” He said as he moved his hand away. “Are you going to call him Jagger Jr.?”
“Call who Jagger Jr.?”
“Your new dildo,” he whispered into my ear. “I figured you should feel what eight inches is like before you have the real thing.”
“Oh, you, you ...” I poked him in the chest. “You’re disgusting. You only wish that you were that big.”
“You think?” He grabbed my hand and pulled it towards him.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I do love it when you stumble over your words.” He laughed. “And you’re oh so cute when you get all angry and red. Do you make this many faces in the bedroom?” He stared at my lips, and I licked them nervously as he dropped my hand. I was slightly disappointed that he hadn’t placed it on his cock, but then again I wasn’t sure what I would have done if he had.
“My friends are waiting for me.” I started to walk away from him. Much to my dismay, he followed me. “Jagger, what are you doing?”
“I want to meet your friends.”
“I didn’t invite you to come and meet them.”
“Are you going to be this difficult forever?”
“I’m not being difficult.” I shook my head and before I knew it we were at the table with all the girls.
“Why, hello. Who are you?” Millie’s eyes lit up and she beamed. “I’m Millie.”
“Hi, Millie, I’m Jagger.”
“Jagger?” Millie looked thoughtful and then her eyes widened. “You’re dildo guy?”
“Yes, I am.” He grinned and then looked at me. “Didn’t open it, huh?”
“Shut up.” I glared at him.
“Hi, Jane, nice to see you again.”
“You too.” She smiled and then looked at me. “Wanna sit, Magnolia?”
“Sure.” I slid in next to her. “Ah, man, looks like we don’t have seats left.” I gave Jagger a sorrowful look. “Sorry about that.”
“I don’t need to sit.” He winked at me and chugged on his beer. “So, you girls all work together?”
“Yes.” Millie was practically drooling. “I’m Millie, in case you forgot. That’s Olivia, Birdy, and I guess you already know Jane and Magnolia.”
“Yes, I know Magnolia very well.”
“Not very well,” I snapped.
“I’d say quite well.” His eyes never left mine. “I’ve known you for a long time, Magnolia.”
“We haven’t seen each other in years.”
“But that doesn’t mean I forget our history.”
“Ooh, how do you guys know each other?” Millie looked inquisitive as she sat forward.
“We’re childhood friends,” he answered.
I shook my head vehemently. “No, we’re not.”
“We grew up on the same street.” Jagger ran a hand through his silky dark hair. “I’ve known Magnolia since she was a kid.”
“You were a kid, too.” I pointed at him. “You’re only two years older than me.”
“So you know all Magnolia’s secrets?” Jane said with a giggle, and I froze wondering how Jagger was going to respond to that.
“I know a secret or two.” His voice was casual, as if he didn’t know the most embarrassing secret of my life. “By the way, Magnolia, I spoke to Doug this afternoon. He said hello.”
“Oh, okay,” I muttered, not really knowing what to say.
“Who’s Doug?” Jane asked, a huge grin on her face.
“No one.” My mind raced as I tried to think of a way to change the subject.
“Doug is my brother.” Jagger took another chug of his beer. Then he looked at me and smiled. “He’s also Magnolia’s ex-boyfriend.”
All four girls stared at me in shock. That was not something they’d expected to hear, and I knew that I had a whole heap of questions to answer. I glared at Jagger who just laughed as he watched me squirm on my seat. He looked like he was about to say something else, but a waiter approached the table with a stack of plates and I’d never been so happy to see bar food before in my life.
Three hours later I was headed to my door, full of alcohol and food and a little anger. Jagger had left the bar about twenty minutes after he’d dropped the bomb about Doug. The good thing about that was that my coworkers hadn’t asked me more about what Jagger had said, though I knew they were curious. Millie had kept staring at me with a sly smile on her face and hadn’t stopped until Birdy had whispered something to her. I wasn’t sure what she’d said, but I was glad she’d said something. I thought all the girls were great, but I didn’t want to divulge all my secrets to them. I barely knew them.
I stopped outside my door and was about to grab my keys when I decided that I was too mad to go straight home. With my present tucked under my arm, I made my way to number five and knocked loudly.
Jagger opened the door with an annoyed expression, which changed as soon as he saw me. “Magnolia, what a pleasant surprise.”
“Don’t pleasant surprise me, Jagger.” I scowled. “I have a bone to pick with you.” I poked him in the chest and then stopped. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. Jagger was only wearing a pair of white briefs and I swallowed hard as I realized they left nothing to the imagination. Jagger was packing. “How dare you tell my friends about Doug?”
“What did I tell them?” He tilted his head to the side and took a step towards me. “That he’s my brother, and he’s your ex-boyfriend.” He paused. “I didn’t say anything else to them. Did you?”
“Of course not,” I mumbled and then looked up into his face, which was suddenly closer to mine. “What are you doing? Why are you so close to me?”
“Am I close to you?” He leaned closer. “Am I closer now?”
“Jagger,” I mouthed breathlessly. His lips were now a mere couple of inches from mine. “You’re too close.”
“Is there such a thing as too close?” His lips moved even closer now. I knew that if I opened my mouth to say something, my lips would be brushing his and as much as I wanted that, I just couldn’t. “No response, my sweet Magnolia?”
“I’m not your sweet Magnolia.” I stepped back. “I’m going to bed.”
“Aww, in a hurry, huh?” He said with a knowing look as he stared at the box under my arm. “Going to try it out?”
“No, I’m not,” I lied. Of course I was going to try it out. As much as I hated to admit it, I was horny and drunk and curious to see what an 8-inch cock felt like, even if it were just a plastic one. At least it wouldn’t give me an STD or get me pregnant.
“Liar.” He laughed. “You totally want to ride Jagger Jr.”
“No, I do not.”
“Then come inside and have a chat with me. I’ll even make you some tea. You don’t need any more alcohol.”
“I don’t want any tea.”
“I have English breakfast tea with milk and sugar and some digestive biscuits.”
“You do?” My stomach rumbled. Jagger knew that I loved tea with biscuits; it was something I’d inherited from my English grandma.
“Yes, I do. Why don’t you come and have some with me? Unless you’re so horny that you can’t go another minute without my plastic dildo.”
“It’s not your plastic dildo.” I pushed past him into the apartment. “Fine, Number Five, make me my tea and biscuits.”
“Ooh, you’re awfully bossy, aren’t you?” He followed behind me. I heard him close the door behind him. “Now, if you’re really horny, Jagger Senior will let you ride him and then make you some tea afterwards.”
“Jagger!” I turned around to look at him, and I could see a huge grin on his face, though that wasn’t what had my heart racing. The grin wasn’t the only huge thing on his body and even though I wanted to look away, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at what appeared to be a very hard and very big cock. It should be illegal for men like Jagger to wear tight white briefs in front of women like me. I could feel my skin heating up and all his talk about riding was making me feel even hotter. “Tea, please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said as he walked past me. “Follow me to the kitchen.” We walked down a short corridor and he pointed to a room on the right. “That’s my bedroom,” he said, and I blushed. So the wall I shared with him led to his bedroom, did it? Interesting. We continued walking to the left and he pointed out his bathroom before we entered his large living room.
“Wow,” I said, in awe. It had two sets of huge bay windows. He had a large down gray couch in front of one set of windows and two armchairs on the other side. There was a deep red Persian rug on the floor and a reclaimed wood coffee table smack in the middle of the rug, next to the couch. It was filled with papers and folders and an open beer bottle. Jagger kept walking to the left, where we entered a very small dining room. To the left of that was a small kitchen.
Jagger grabbed his kettle and filled it with water before plugging it in and pressing a button.
“Have a seat.” He nodded towards his small dining room table and chairs.
“I’d rather sit in the living room if you don’t mind.” My eyes were on the comfortable-looking chaise with a television on the wall opposite. “Can we turn the TV on?”
“You want to watch a movie?” He looked surprised. “I thought you wanted to run out of here as soon as possible.”
“I could watch a movie.” I suddenly felt shy. “Might as well, now that I’m here.”
“You always did love movies.”
“So did you,” I said with a smile.
“Yeah, do you remember when we watched The Nightmare on Elm Street?” He grinned as he grabbed two cups from a cupboard.
“How could I forget?” I shivered.
“You got so scared that your head was buried in my shoulder for half the movie.”
“Because it was scary.” I made a face. “I didn’t even want to watch that movie.”
“Well, you owed me.” He laughed. “You made me watch The Notebook.”
“That movie was great.”
“Yeah, it was great.” He rolled his eyes. “You cried through half the movie.”
“Because it was so sweet.”
“I wouldn’t say that it was sweet.” He pointed to his sugar canister. “How many teaspoons? Two still?”
“Yes, please.” I nodded. “I loved that movie.”
“I know you did. Those days were great.” He opened the fridge and grabbed some milk. “Even though you were like my annoying little sister, it was always fun when you came over.”
“Yeah, it was fun.” I nodded, hoping we were going to continue keeping the conversation light.
“I guess it was inevitable that you and Doug would start dating,” he said casually as the kettle beeped and he poured the hot water over the teabags. “I mean, it was just like one of your romantic movies, right? Girl meets boy in kindergarten. They become best friends. Boy moves next door to girl. Boy and girl fall in love. Boy and girl start dating.” He turned to me. “I also have Walkers shortbread cookies if you want them instead?”
“I’m fine with whatever.” I stood there, barely breathing. I was too busy staring at his butt. He had a perfect ass. I wondered if it felt as hard as it looked, and before I could stop myself, I reached forward and touched it.
“Like it?” Jagger said with a smile and a wink.
“No, yes, sorry, you, uh, had a fly on you and I wanted to brush it off,” I lied. Damn it! I never should have come here drunk.
“Thanks for watching out for me, Magnolia.” His voice was serious, as if he had no clue I’d been lying. “Why don’t you put your stuff down and take off your jacket? Make yourself comfortable.”
“Well, I’m not staying long.” I walked back and put my box on the table. And then, because I had nothing else to do, I slipped my jacket off as well.
“Do you want some boxers and a t-shirt?” he asked, taking in my navy blue work dress. “You might be more comfortable.”
“No, I’m okay.” I shook my head.
“If you’re sure you want to watch a movie in that?” He shrugged. “Doesn’t look like the most comfortable attire to wear on the couch.” He handed me a cup. “But what do I know?”
“Exactly. What do you know, Jagger Scott?” I said and took a sip of the tea. The warm liquid was familiar and sweet in my mouth, and I smiled. “Thank you, this is good.”
“Let’s go into the living room. I’ll fetch the cookies.”
I walked to the living room, slipped my heels off, and then sank onto the couch. My dress felt stiff as I settled back into the cushions. I leaned back and took a few more sips of tea.
“Here, I’ve brought you some options: digestives, shortbread, and gingersnaps.” Jagger lay the plate on the coffee table in front of me and settled into the couch next to me. “Wow, what a smile,” he said as I leaned over to grab a cookie. “I haven’t seen one of those in a while.”
“Thank you,” I said, ignoring his dig as I grabbed a gingersnap and dipped it into my tea. “This is yummy.”
“You always did love your tea.” He placed his cup on the table and grabbed the remote control. “Okay, what shall we watch?”
“I don’t know.” I shook my head and tried to ignore the fact that a practically naked Jagger was mere few inches from me on the couch. I shifted so that I wasn’t so close to him and snuggled back into the armrest. “You can choose.”
“Really?” He sounded shocked as he leaned over and looked at me. His palm touched my forehead. “Are you okay? This isn’t the Magnolia I know and remember.”
“Don’t get used to it.” I grinned at him. “I’m being nice because of the tea.”
“Oh, really?” he said, still not moving back. “Are you sure that’s why you’re being nice?”
“Why else would I be nice?”
“Maybe you’re thanking me.” He smirked, now even closer to me. I could feel his thighs pressed up against mine.
“Thanking you for what?” I gulped as I gripped my cup.
“For the pleasure I’m about to give you,” he whispered, and this time his hand was on my thigh and his fingers were running up and down my leg.
“What pleasure?” I whispered, knowing I should tell him to stop, but not finding the heart to do it. I wanted to see how far he would take this.
“Have you ever ridden a dildo before?” His tongue licked the side of my face. His mouth was pressed against my ear now. “And when you ride that dildo tonight, will you wish it was me that was fucking you?” He blew into my ear, which caused me to jump and spill tea on him and myself. “Ouch!” He jumped back. “You got me wet,” he said, his eyes laughing at me. “I should change.”
“Okay.”
He stood up stared down at me for a few seconds. “You’re wet as well,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Yes, I am,” I mumbled, trying to wipe the tea off of my legs and dress.
“I knew it.” He nodded. “I knew I would make you wet. Your panties must feel like you just jumped into a swimming pool.”
“You wish, Jagger.” I shook my head at him. “Go and change before I leave.”
“Okay.”
Before I knew what was happening, he was pulling his briefs down, right in front of me. My entire body froze as I watched him bend down. Oh Lord in heaven, have mercy upon my soul, but I could not stop myself from openly gawking at his cock, which looked like it was very ready for action.
“Like what you see?” Jagger gave me a broad grin, and before I could answer he had turned around and was headed to his bedroom. My mouth opened and closed as he walked away, but I couldn’t think of anything to say. I mean, what did you say when a hot guy stripped naked in front of you? I couldn’t ignore the fact that my heart was racing and that my face was beet red. I knew that Jagger knew the effect he had on me—shit, probably on all women. He was gorgeous, and his cock had been a fine specimen. Most probably the best-looking cock I’d ever seen in my life.
Of course, I already knew that it was amazing.
Stop it, Magnolia. Stop it! I chided myself silently. I wasn’t going to allow any memories to filter through my brain. No sirree.
“Here you go.” Jagger walked back into the room in another pair of tight white briefs and threw me a white t-shirt and a pair of navy silk boxers. “You can change in the bathroom if you’re too scared to change here.” He smirked as I caught the clothes, looking so smug and self-assured that I felt a surge of annoyance. An idea popped into my head.
“Why would I be scared?” I leaned forward and placed the cup onto the table and then stood up. “I have nothing to be scared about.”
“Maybe scared was the wrong word, but we both know you’re too much of a wuss to change in front of me. God forbid I see you in your underwear.” He took a step towards me and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to run my hands down his abs.
“Yeah, God forbid.” I dropped the clothes onto the couch and reached back and undid the zipper on my dress. I was pleased to see that Jagger had stopped dead in his tracks and even more pleased to see his cock growing harder as I let the dress fall to the ground. I stood there in my black bra and panties, feeling like a million dollars as I watched Jagger surveying my body, eyes narrowed. He took another step towards me and smiled. “I like your underwear.”
“Oh, yeah?” Emboldened by alcohol and the situation, I reached behind me and undid my bra. I could hear Jagger breathing more heavily now, and I loved it. He was watching me like a hawk.
I let my bra straps fall to the side and off of my body then I walked over to him, stopping about an inch away from him and handed him my bra. “This is for you,” I said sweetly as I handed it to him. “Maybe you can wear it sometime.”
He took the bra from me in stunned silence, and I grinned at him widely before turning back around.
“Oh no, you don’t.” His arm wrapped around my waist and stopped me. “You’re not going anywhere, young lady.”
He spun me around and pulled me into his arms. My breasts were pressed against his chest and I almost melted at the feel of his warm skin against mine. His lips came down and kissed me, softly at first then quickly becoming harder and more forceful. I kissed him back, enjoying the taste of his tongue as he slid it into my mouth. I moaned as he kissed me harder, his fingers running through my hair and down my back and into the curve of my waist. He pulled me closer to him so that I could feel his hardness against the swell of my belly, and I reached up and ran my hands through his hair, gasping for breath as the kiss continued.
My body was on fire as he began to kiss down my neck, and my fingers gripped his shoulders as his hands squeezed my ass. His right hand slid up until he was lightly grazing the side of my breast. His eyes stared into mine as he took my nipple between his fingertips and rolled it softly. My panties grew wet as he leaned his lips down to suck on my nipple and my back arched at the intensity of his touch. He sucked on my nipple as if he were drinking his favorite drink and his hand slipped down between my legs and rubbed gently. I felt his intake of breath as he slipped a finger inside of my panties and felt how wet I was. This seemed to arouse him even more because he growled against my breast. Then he lifted me up gently and carried me to the couch, laying me down before lowering himself next to me. Before I could even blink, he was kissing me again and his fingers were playing with my breasts. I stretched out next to him, my legs parting, hoping to feel him in my most intimate spot again. He didn’t disappoint me and within seconds I felt his fingers between my legs, rubbing my clit through my panties. I moaned slightly, wanting to feel his fingers on me more intimately, but he only chuckled at the sound.
“What do you want, Magnolia?” he whispered against my lips, his green eyes intense as he stared at me.
“Kiss me,” I answered, too embarrassed to tell him what I really wanted. Instead, I reached down to his hand and brought it up to the top of my panties and left it there. He chuckled again and I almost purred as he slipped his fingers inside and started rubbing my clit. Beside him, I moaned. I reached down and rubbed his cock through his briefs, and he grunted as I slipped my fingers through the hole at the front to help slide his cock out.
“Fuck,” he groaned as his cock sprang free and my greedy fingers ran up and down his shaft. I felt him sliding my panties down, and I lifted my hips so that he could move them further down my thighs. Then I cried out as he slipped a finger inside of me.
“Do you like that?” he grunted as he fingered me. He pushed another finger inside of me as his thumb rubbed my clit.
My entire body shuddered as he played with me.
“Yes,” I moaned, not even bothering to lie. How could I? This whole situation was surreal. Not an hour ago I was in the bar telling myself I was never going to speak to this man again, and now here I was, in his apartment, on his couch, ready to do whatever he wanted me to do and not even caring about anything else.
His fingers pumped into me as he kissed my neck and murmured, “I wonder if Jagger Jr. would have felt as good as this?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t have gotten any words out if I’d tried. I cried out as Jagger removed his fingers and I watched as he grinned down at me and pulled my panties all the way off. He threw them on the floor before he positioned himself between my legs and leaned forward. My eyes rolled back in my head as he positioned his face next to my pussy and started to suck on my clit. His fingers reached up and squeezed my nipples, and I cried out as I felt his tongue slipping inside of me. I squeezed my thighs around his neck and pulled his hair as he moved his tongue back and forth. The ecstasy running through my body was almost too much to take, and I knew that I was going to come soon. When Jagger pulled back about thirty seconds later, I thought I was going to burst into tears.
“Can I ask you something?” He looked down at me, his fingers playing with my breasts.
“Yes,” I breathed, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes.
“Can we have a real conversation soon?” he said, his eyes focused on mine.
“Okay.” I nodded as I reached up to play with his cock. His body stilled as my fingers found his head and squeezed.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned and closed his eyes for a few seconds before moving his body up so that his cock was close to my mouth. He opened his eyes then, and I smiled up at him before taking him into my mouth. His skin tasted salty as I ran my tongue around his head and brought him in and out of my mouth. He grunted as I sucked him and then pulled out of my mouth and moved back down. “I want to fuck you so badly,” he said as he rubbed the head of his cock along my slit. “I want to be inside of your wet pussy right now.” He groaned as the head of his cock stilled at my opening and my entire body waited in excited anticipation. “But I want to do something else, first.”
“What?” I moaned, ready to start screaming.
“Can I fuck you with little Junior?”
“What?” I blinked up at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
“Can I masturbate you with the dildo I got you?”
“What, now?”
“I want to look at your face when you come.” He smiled. “I want to see your O face for the first time and be able to concentrate only on you. I don’t want to be distracted by the need for my own release.”
“I guess …”
I’d never done anything like that before. I still couldn’t quite believe that I was here with Jagger but I didn’t want to question anything too closely. Jagger jumped up and headed to the dining room and grabbed the box, pulling the dildo out of the package as he walked back to me. “You look so sexy lying there on your back, legs spread wide, just for me,” he growled. “Play with your breasts,” he ordered.
I reached down and touched the sides of my breasts sensually.
“Oh, yeah,” he grunted and then I felt him rubbing the tip of the dildo against my clit. My body trembled at the touch of the plastic and surprisingly it still felt very sensual; most probably because I knew Jagger was the one handling it. “I wonder if you can take all eight inches.” He rubbed my clit for a few seconds with his thumb then slipped two fingers inside of me and grinned. “Yes, you’re still wet.” He positioned the dildo at my opening. “Look at me as I slide into you.” He started to push the dildo inside of me. My lips started trembling, and I closed my eyes to pretend it was Jagger’s cock inside of me. “Oh yeah, what are you thinking about, Magnolia?” My back arched as more of the dildo slid into me. “Are you thinking about the night you slid into my bed and tried to lose your virginity to me?” The words were soft, so soft that they barely registered. “Or are you thinking about the moment the door opened and my brother and girlfriend walked inside, just as I slammed into you,” he growled as he pushed the dildo into me fully and then pulled it out.
My eyes flew open.
“You can’t run from me anymore, Magnolia,” Jagger said. “We need to talk about this.”
But all I could do was jump up, grab my dress, and run to the dining area to grab my bag, my face completely flushed.
“Screw you, Jagger Scott!”
I ran down the corridor to the front door, praying no one would see my naked run of shame as I hurried back to my own apartment.
“I thought that’s what you were trying to do.” Jagger jumped up and followed me down the corridor to the front door. “Don’t go, Magnolia. Please, let’s talk.”
“I’m done talking to you. I can’t believe I even came inside.”
“I wish I’d come inside.” He winked.
“You’re a pig!” I opened his door and then ran to my own, glad to see that the corridor was empty as I scrambled to find my keys.
“You forgot this.” Jagger walked towards me, cock high in the air as he handed me the dildo. “Maybe you can finish the job I started?”
“Maybe I should shove it up your ass,” I snapped, and he just laughed.
I finally got my door open, hurried inside and slammed it shut behind me. I hurried towards my bed and collapsed down on the mattress, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Instead, I grabbed the dildo and opened my legs as I lay back on the sheets.
“Fuck it.”
I closed my eyes and placed the dildo at my opening. As I slid it inside of me, it was Jagger’s face that I saw, only it wasn’t the one from tonight. It was the face from ten years ago, when I’d tried to trick him into taking my virginity.